Now that we've buried Him, where do we go?
I'd like to tell you, but I just don't know.
If He had made it clear,
Then we would not be here.
He died on a cross for three angry men none of whom will be blamed.
He died like a man with nails in His hands--how could he stand the pain?
Where do we go when we know that our hopes have been crucified?

Oh, how could one day, so brief and grim
Bring such distress to us, and death to Him?
So now we stand for Him against our fears,
But since we rose too late, we're standing here.

We've gone too far, my friend, to turn back now.
We should go on ahead, but don't know how.
We can't forget Him, friend.
Have we been born again?
He died on a cross for three angry men!
He died on a cross for three angry men.
He died on a cross for three angry men...
Where do we go when we know that our hopes have been crucified?